"Give me back my weapon! Otherwise, I refuse to talk to you!" the old man sobbed stubbornly.
I was utterly speechless at the old man. He was crying like a child over a divine weapon, looking ready to cling to me until the matter was settled. All I could say was, "Once the dragon tendon is severed, even if you splice it back together, it won't work as well as before. How about I forge you another divine weapon of similar quality, but with even better effects? That should be acceptable, right?"
"Are you telling the truth? You? Do you even have what it takes?" The old man stopped with deep suspicion, but when he looked at the treasure in his hands, he grew sentimental again.
"Of course it's true. Look at this Heaven-Sinking Stone sword in my hand. Didn't I forge it myself?" I said with a laugh.
"Let this old man have a look at that sword!" The old man crooked his finger at me, a barely detectable excitement flickering in his eyes.
I immediately put it away and said with a smile, "Nice try. Do you really think I'd let you see something that valuable?"
"You!" The old man stamped his foot in anger, but he soon broke into a smile and said, "Hmph, then repair my Heavenly Dragon Spear first, and we'll discuss things properly afterward. But if you're repairing my treasure, shouldn't you hand over that Heaven-Sinking Stone sword as collateral? Isn't that only right? Consider it letting this old man play with it and enjoy himself for a while."
"Heh heh, and once it falls into your hands, you won't give it back, will you? You can't beat me, but you think I can't beat you either?" I looked at him as if I